Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 137 Miss Elf's Weakness

Rutland was a little confused about what Lord said.

The origins of the Demon King Asmodeus are extremely mysterious, and no one in the demon clan knows it at all. But the person before him seems to know some of the truth?
"You won't kill me?"

"Killing you would only dirty my sword! Go!" Lord retracted Orger. "By the way, 'Seven Collapse Sages' does sound much better than 'Four Heavenly Kings'. I suggest you adopt it."

Rutland struggled to get up and disappeared from everyone's sight in a miserable state.

Celie walked over to Lord, looked in the direction where Rutland had disappeared, and snorted softly, "You're so generous, giving them new titles."

"The title isn't important. What's important is that I give Eric a message, and he'll die sooner or later."

Lord shrugged and looked at Celie's ankle. The traces of petrification there had completely disappeared, leaving only white skin. "Is your foot okay?"

"Ah."

"Words alone are not enough. I have to see it for myself before I can feel at ease!" Lord said righteously, his eyes full of sincerity for his partner's safety.

Celie always felt that his gaze was a little strange, so she subconsciously refused: "No thanks."

"That won't do!" Lord's voice was undeniable. "It would be disastrous if that demon's petrification magic had some hidden potential for erosion. I've experienced this before!"

Although Celie felt that what Lord said made sense, before she could respond, she saw the man came in front of her, leaned over, and stretched out his big hand that seemed to have bad intentions.

"Lord!"

Celie subconsciously tried to step back, but the man's hand was faster.

His palm immediately wrapped around her slender ankle tightly, and the heat from his palm instantly burned into her skin.

Now Celie didn't dare to move at all. If she accidentally fell, it would be so embarrassing.

"Sit down first!" Lord raised his head, his eyes full of worry, as if he was really just fulfilling the care of a close friend.

His thumb gently rested on the skin that had just been hit by the petrification magic but had recovered to its original state, carefully feeling the delicate coolness.

"How does it feel here?" He seemed to be asking, but his fingers were actually circling on the skin, feeling the touch of the elf's skin like the finest silk.

Celie was pinned to the spot by his sudden action and the caring look in his eyes.

The feeling of her ankle being completely wrapped by his palm was extremely clear, and the warm feeling came continuously, mixed with the slight itch brought by the other's fingers.

It was like a tiny electric current, climbing up the nerves in her calves, causing her entire body to feel an indescribable numbness.

She lowered her head and looked at the man squatting in front of her. His golden hair fell, covering part of his face, leaving only a seemingly extremely serious profile, while also hiding the panic on the elf lady's face.

This strange feeling made her whole body tremble inexplicably.

"It seems there's nothing wrong with it." Lord muttered to himself, but his palm slid down along the other's smooth calf very naturally.

"There's no need to check here, right?" Miss Elf tried to stop her, but it was too late.

The man took off her boots, revealing her cute little feet, which were held up by one hand.

Celia has beautiful feet, with a slightly curved arch and toes as round as jade. The skin on her feet is so white that it is almost transparent, and even the touch is surprisingly delicate.

Lord's thumb gently, with a hint of tentative force, scraped across Celia's tender and sensitive sole.

"Um…!"

A sudden, unexpected itch, like an electric current, shot from the soles of her feet to her heart. Celia's body trembled uncontrollably, and her toes instinctively curled up, like a frightened animal instinctively shrinking its body.

Being touched in such a way where no one had ever touched her, the strange and exciting feeling made her scalp numb!

"take it easy!"

Lord had expected this; anyone whose soles were tickled would experience this. However, although he said this, his hand holding her soles was more stable, completely suppressing her instinctive retreat.

He even raised his head and said seriously, "Celiai, relax. I'm checking your nerve reflex, which is a subconscious body movement. Your strong reaction is a good thing, which means there's no damage to your senses."

As he spoke, as if to verify his statement, he once again used his thumb to massage the sensitive soft flesh of her sole with even greater force.

"I've never heard of this word before. You...you let me go first!" Celie's pointed elf ears had turned pink because of the itchiness and numbness in her heart.

The itchiness caused by the repeated teasing of the soles of her feet, mixed with the numbness that made her heart beat faster, came over her in waves like a tide.

She struggled hard, but Lord's strength made it impossible for her to break free.

This bastard!

He definitely wanted to make a fool of himself!
"Right away." Lord said soothingly, without any intention of stopping.

He even pinched the elf lady's plump toes with his fingertips, "Well, there's no stiffness at all. It looks like she's recovered well."

He commented seriously, but the smile in his eyes almost turned into reality.

Celie was embarrassed and annoyed.

A raging fire ignited in his golden eyes, seemingly angry at Lord's rude behavior, but deep in his heart, that strange feeling was growing like a vine.

The humiliation of being completely controlled and unable to resist, combined with the indescribable feeling, almost made her collapse.

She couldn't bear this torture any longer!
"Lord!"

Celia's voice was filled with unprecedented shame and anger, as well as a barely perceptible tremor.

She no longer hesitated, powerful magic power instantly surged in her body, and a chill burst out from her ankles without warning.

Lord felt his palms freeze, as if he was holding a piece of thousand-year-old ice. The biting cold made him instinctively loosen his grip a little.

It's now.

Selia seized the opportunity when Lord loosened his grip and immediately broke free from the man's restraints.

The released little foot condensed all her shame and anger, and with a graceful arc, it kicked directly on Lord's defenseless chest.

boom!
"what!!!"

Lord had never expected that the elf lady would fall backwards after being kicked, and had a close contact with the ground.

It didn't hurt, after all, Miss Elf's strength was there, even if she kicked with all her strength, she couldn't kick me away, not to mention that the kick just now was not with full strength.

However, Lord still pretended to be in pain, holding his chest and grimacing: "Celiai, you are trying to murder your relatives... your best friend!"

Celie finally retracted her foot completely, her cheeks flushed abnormally, and she stared at the pretentious man on the ground with shame and anger, her chest heaving slightly.

(End of this chapter)